Dave Coots
64 Chevy 409 10.42 129
Too much spray Dusty???
Dave
Lee
Finally getting it together here.
My old office on the weekends. This was a radio delete stick car.
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This is late at night after a race at Fremont. Notice there is no trophy on the table. Blew the trans in the first round and limped through the lights with a 12:72. How do I know all this? My wife took the picture and wrote down the info on the back of photo. She has always been ra eal neat lady and we have spent an anniversary or two at the track.
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That's my son (now 53) pointing at the number eight on the window, meaning I was the eighth D/G car over the scales that morning and I know I wasn't the last. You had to love heads up racing.
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I think the titanium valve was ground too thin for flow. Cracked on a stress riser from not enough radius is best guess.
Dusty
Been watching your post's for awhile and I have always thought bike guy's were a little different. 155 in 6 sec. is scary. You have to have some
serious gonzo's to be doing that.
I once raced a bike in an 11 sec. Eliminator Bracket. I got a huge head start and just beat him. I was maybe still around 110 or so and the bike go's by like I was coasting. I was happy that I got there first but I'm thinking this guy is nuts.
To bad about the motor but I'm sure you will figure it out.
Good luck.
I had a four cylinder Honda 500 motorcycle. Once the "new" wore off, I became hell bent to beat a Kawasaki 900 in a local drag race. I bought some Yoshimura parts and set in building the motor. Took a while because you had to do a bunch of machining to make it all work right. The finished product wasn't really good for drag racing and I didn't have enough guts to do it correctly but that darn thing would absolutely set sail on the interstate. I'd ride it 20 miles to the interstate late at night and let it loose from one exit to the next. The hair on my arms would get hot. I would begin thinking about the stuff I left stock and couldn't force myself to go farther than one exit. Good thing I supose! I sold it to a fellow that wrote me a bad check on his father's account and ended up with about half the money. The fellow's father said he didn't have that much money and offered me what he had...and I took it!
Thing wouldn't fall out of a tree at less than 6000 RPMs. From 6000 to 12000 it would peel the hide off your eyes.
That thing taught me a few lessons. One of the biggest lessons was that you had to have the guts to ride such and the only way you can learn that is to build one. Similar to benchrest shooting in that respect. Benchrest shooting is a little safer....
I raced APBA Circle Boats all through the '70's. All three inboard classes, Ski Racing Runnabout, Super Stock, and K Boat. I was pretty good at it. I went over twice, but survived. It's a story for another day why on a cold weekend in Parker Arizona, I just quit, cold turkey.
After that, I decided to get into something safer........Drag Bikes.
I started out with just a gas Harley, but in short time built a High Gear Only Fuel Harley. I literally hand built the engine, (128 cubic inches), machining the cases from 7075 T-6 aluminum. The lower part of the engine was Shovel Head, the top, (heads), cast iron Sporster that we machined the deck off of and 100 percent brazed a larger steel deck surface onto for a larger bolt pattern and more sealing area. Machined the jugs from StressProof steel, no liners, used 5 1/4 S&S flywheels, Carrillo Rods, and 3 7/8 Arias pistons that came with a blank dome that I machined to match the heads. The cam was a custom Andrews grind. We ran it on what ever was in the Drum, (98%), plus about 2 ounces per gallon of Propylene Oxide, which I could get from the gas freeing plant at a local shipyard.
The frame was a Kosman, we ran a 3 inch cog belt from the engine to the jack shaft, duel row Subaki Chain to the tire. It was geared to turn a around 6500 RPM.
I had it running in the low nines at about 160 in the quarter, low fives in the eighth at about 140.
Most people that know me know that it almost killed me back in 1984, when I went off it at the old Houston International Raceway in Dickinson. When they finally put me back together, I promised my Wife I would never race again.
I think that like a lot of guys that have a competitive nature, I did not want to become a "use ta", that being, "I use to do this, I use to do that". Benchrest Shooting satisfies my need to compete, my Chevelle satisfies my need to relive some of the glories of my younger days, which of course, are gone and live only in the multitudes of trophys gathering dust, in some box, under a pile of junk in the attic.
I enjoy threads like this. It shows that those involved in Benchrest are by nature those that have lead a rather interesting life, were involved a lot lot of things that many just "wish" they would have been able to do, and refuse to just become part of the furniture in the living room of life.
Or, as I said, become a "use ta".